Maisie pressed closer, feeling the hard plane of his chest beneath her hands, her fingers tracing along the line of his shoulders. Every nerve in her body seemed to hum with anticipation and delight, alive in a way she had never imagined possible.
She could feel the heat of his hands at her waist, drawing her impossibly nearer, and she moaned softly into the kiss.
He trailed his lips down her neck, grazing the hollow beneath her ear, making her gasp and arch instinctively.
"Maisie… ye have nay idea what ye do to me," he murmured, voice rough with need.
She pressed her hands against his back, feeling the strength of him, the warmth, the danger that was tempered by the intimacy of his touch and possibly being caught.
Her body tingled, alive to every brush of skin, every whisper of heat that passed between them, and she felt desire curl like fire through her veins.
"I cannae… resist ye," she admitted breathlessly, pulling back just enough to look into his eyes.
Caiden's thumb stroked her cheek tenderly as he shook his head, lips hovering just above hers. "Nor would I let ye, lass… nor could I," he confessed, the rawness of his need laced with a reverence that made her heart ache.
Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she leaned into him, feeling every inch of his presence, alive in a way that was both intoxicating and terrifying.
He moved his hands to her hips, holding her firmly yet gently. "Ye feel like fire against me, Maisie," he said, voice low and intimate.
She shivered, pressing herself tighter, feeling the curve of his chest, the strength of his arms around her. Every movement, every touch seemed magnified, heightened by the closeness, the whispered words, and the thrum of desire that neither could deny.
"Caiden… I… want ye to touch me like before," she whispered, fingers tangling in the collar of his tunic.
His lips met hers again, more demanding this time, full of yearning, tasting her, claiming her in a slow, smoldering rhythm.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, feeling the hard planes of his shoulders, the warmth of his body against her own, every nerve singing. His hands traced the line of her back, pressing her to him, and she melted into the sensation, body alive with longing she had never dared to acknowledge before.
Her hands roamed across his chest and shoulders, feeling the power, the heat, the raw strength that made her ache with desire.
"If that is yer wish, then that is what I shall do," he said.
He lifted her leg and set it on the stair, one above, opening her thighs. She sucked in a sharp breath of air.
His hands moved down and pushed her skirts up to her waist. Maisie found it shocking that she helped him. She gathered the material eagerly in her hand holding them high.
She looked left and right, waiting for someone to come around the corner and find them. Then she would be lost forever to ruin, yet she did not care in this moment.
Caiden dropped to his knees in front of her. His hands moved up her stockings.
Every part of her body seemed to awaken under his touch, every nerve on fire, every thought consumed by the sensation of him close and impossible to resist.
The spiral staircase became their private world, twisting and turning, yet their focus was solely on each other, breath mingling, lips seeking, bodies pressing.
"Caiden… please," she whispered, voice thick with longing.
He responded with a low groan, hands moving to her waist, as he unlaced her underthings and pulled them down her body.
She shivered, her lips parting without thought.
"Maisie," he murmured, his voice low, heavy with restraint, yet filled with need.
She tried to answer but could barely form the words, the heat in his gaze stealing her breath as she looked down at him.
Her body throbbed with anticipation.
"Ye'll undo me, lass," Caiden whispered.
His hand slid down, fingers grazing her sweet center, firm yet gentle.
